Goodbye my boy

You chose your path

Away from my arms

The world is tough

The nights are cold

The storms are thundery loud

Mornings are now quiet 

No repeated sounds of me brushing teeth

No morning greetings and whistles

Nor non-sensical chatters and screams

2 years have passed and the house still feels empty

The new peace is still awkwardly stale

Even The karang guni man asking

Where is that bird who keeps calling?

I pray daily

For God to guard your path

and be into His Loving Arms

The best is oversight

3 years back when i was feeling down, because i was overlooked for a promotion.  A good friend wrote this to encourage me. ;)

"Some streams run above,

Some below the earth.

The latter is sweet and fresh,

But it takes a little more time,

A little more patience,

Before the world knows

The best is oversight."

By Porphyras Wong

4 May 2010

The fallen log

The fallen tree from the logged forest cries

Where have my family gone?

The lavenders came and said

Fret not fallen log i will be your family from now on

Soon the daisies and the gerberas came along

the fallen log is lonely no more

the lonely paddler

The paddler paddle in the open sea

Along with the others on a sinking ship

The paddler paddle till his muscles trembles

Wondering why he is paddling hard while others aren't 

Looking around for a nearby ship
The paddler finally chose to abandon ship.

Mid life

The mid-life is here i have no fear,

For God is kind 

blessing me with friends who are kind

Though the path He paved

is filled with hidden mines

Every blast i stepped 

left me with a crippled mind

Angels were sent

 In the form of family and friends

to give me a push

when i refused to move

to give me a hanky

when i am teary

Oh How blessed i am

Dancing with the Wolf

As I Dances with the Wolf in the soft moonlight

I wonder aloud

When will the Wolf this dance steps

when will I see the first sunlight

The Moon hearing me

 whispers to my face

Till the day you stop breathing,

Then will the dance ends

与狼共舞

与狼共舞，
何时才能停，
何时才能见光明，

月亮影子在脸上，
似乎对我说，

直到没有呼吸，

狼才会停止舞步